The moments turn to hours and the hours turn to days and I've seen so many lost ones pa** away.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.
The hill sides are so lovely in their springtime fine array but I've seen too many flowers fade away.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.
The lovers pa** by my window never caring if they stray but I've seen so many lovers lose their way.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.